Colors lighted in my eyes
stream flow twirling and ricochet.
I blast tracked in a monkey trap seeing in mind
a number of good things such as
a beautiful woman with an unpracticed smile,
tellin’ the boss “I quit”,
and a child’s conception.
Shift back forth
sought meaning underneath worm bellies,
rose to heavenly height,
then shattered by an alien existence
childlike in the best and worst
crushed and berated
laughter and kindness.
Ain’t it strange way we build our worlds?
Constructed unknowingly dangerously feeling our little tendrils into spaces
Filling ‘em with our dreams and cruelties
weeping guts and smiling
heart pounding thinking this is it
swallowed into a mucky shadow.
Wishes not realities, though we build ‘em such ways and forget.
Then we hurt
less we get lucky and meet soul tuner who twiddles like me.
Collaboration on highest ground until flecks appear dusty
and foundation cracks
refusal to yield
Whole thing’s towered up
then struck with different tongues
suddenly like “What the heck happened? I used to love you.”
It’s second law of thermodynamics,
universe hates energy input,
nature’s silly complexities,
just wants some tasty flat.
Then why, you know?